A man's gotta do what a man's gotta do

Mojito · Updated 04/30/23:

Mojito was the product of love, deep down, that was the fundamental truth about his birth. But the layers of him that made him up were years of hardening. Of realizing others would hate him simply for existing. He did not get to be the one anyone thought of kindly. He did not get to be the one that got to feel comfortable. He had been fighting his entire fucking life and had been forced to understand that he was never good enough, even at Asla's side he'd never been enough. So maybe it had been delusion to think he'd ever get to call someplace home. Maybe it was a delusion to think he'd ever belong anywhere. It didn't make it hurt any less to realize he'd deluded himself. Mojito was not wanted anywhere, only tolerated and if Azure was so determined to make it so the Armada had never been Mojito's home, then so fucking be it.

The man narrowed his eyes, lips curling back. Many a retort ready on his tongue but he swallowed them all down. It had been Sirius he'd respected, he'd had little enough opinion on his son who'd been missing for much of Mojito's time climbing the ranks, he silently told himself that Azure could not know what lay in his heart. But that did not mean he had to take the insults, the disrespect laying down. Azure did not know the deep loyalty he still felt, because Azure could never know the things Mojito had been forced to endure since the moment of his birth. The blessed, vaunted fucking child. He would never know what it felt like to be looked at like you were hated, just for being fucking born. Azure as he was now, would have crumpled under the weight Mojito bore every fucking day. Because he hadn't had to learn how to carry it. So though he knew himself not to be the strongest fighter, knew himself unlikely to be a match for Azure he would not back down. If Mojito had learned anything it was that he would be the only one who would fight for himself. And if this was the Armada now, he didn't need to respect the puffed-up prick in front of him just because he'd respected his father. His loyalty would not be questioned by anyone who mattered because Azure could never know what it had meant to be here.

Hoa sensed the shift and stopped grazing, head lifting to look at the two wolves and taking a few steps forward, tossing his head. He stopped just a few steps behind Mojito, turning around so that he was facing away from the two wolves, tracking the big cat with his eyes while an ear was perked towards the sound of movement on the other side. Mojito could see the bigger man's companions slinking around him, trying to circle him but he never removed that blue gaze from Azure. Ears pulled back and he tucked his head, knees bending and toes splaying to grip the earth. Azure would remember he'd been trained in the Armada as well and would realize he knew well enough how to fight. Without a word Mojito exploded forward, looking to use his size to his advantage and slide himself in close to Azure, hopefully before the man could stop him. Mojito was attempting to get his head in just slightly under Azure's chest, then toss it back, hoping to dig the points of his horns into the much bigger man's chest, hopefully between one of the ribs that sat towards the front.

Mojito vs Azure for Freedom
Round 1/2
Age: 1+
Size: Small
Build: Light
Companion 1: Mini arapawa sheep, Male - Battle
Mutation 1: Goat horns - Offensive
Skills: Expert Healer & Advanced Fighter

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